In my long days when I was small
the world held secrets in its craw.
Couriosity abounded.
Serendipity astounded
and innate ideas were my dreams.
Secrets like all's not as it seems
were at odds with hold to the past.
What I was taught did try to last
but thankfully faded to know more.
The secrets I sought made me sore.
They were not mine,
they were not kind
There are better ideas when small
Most secrets aren't secrets at all.
Love works best
Forget the rest
Get on with your amazing life.





As Ebbie tells me "Don't quit your day job".
My day job is life.